Chapter 52 Kennedy
kennedy
Our tongues collide, our hands roaming over every inch of one another with an intensity I’ve never felt before. Kissing him is…it’s everything. Every time is a new experience.
The first one at that restaurant was me testing the water, dipping my toe into a pool I didn’t realize I’d want to be diving into so deeply until right now. Some have been sweeter, while others have been more heated.
Today? Today, this man is on fire. He burns with a passion and determination that’s going to set the world ablaze.
For me. I want him to embrace every bit of confidence he’s gained.
Normally, I like to be the one in control—not tonight.
The slickness between my legs is all I need to know that this change in dynamic in him, seeing him finally be so forward and being so sure of himself, is exactly what I need.
“You know,” I say against his lips, “I did say it was time for another lesson earlier. How about tonight?” —I drag a finger down his chest— “you tell me what to do.”
“Oh, my dear sweet Kenni, what do you think this is?” He stands back, his gaze filled with a hunger I’ve never seen in him.
He’s no longer the shy man I first met. No.
This is a crazed man starved for something only I can give him, and a warmth burns low in my core at the thought. He’s starved for me.
Goddamn, this is a good look on him.
“Do what you tried to do that first night here.” His tongue wets his lip. “Undo my belt.”
Holy shit. Now I’m the one ready to come in my pants.
I saunter toward him, reaching for his Gucci buckle, making quick work of the latch, unzipping his slacks, and letting them fall to the floor.
Something flickers in his gaze. The softness remains, but there’s an edge to it now—like the enforcer in him just stepped on the ice.
And he’s here to play. He pulls me in, pressing kisses along my neck, my pulse point, everywhere he can reach as I slowly unbutton his dress shirt.
I push it off his shoulders, his kisses still raining over me as he shifts his arms free.
I step back to get a good look at his ripped chest. Every time I see this man’s body, I am reminded by the heat pooling in my core that he really is hotter than hell. Christ on a cracker.
I run my hands across his chiseled pecs, down his abs, and finally, I run my fingers inside the waistband of his boxer briefs.
His fucking sexy-ass, tight-as-hell boxer briefs.
I slowly move my hand down to grip the one thing I’ve been dying to feel all fucking day.
Wanting it in my hand, my mouth, my pussy.
I know we’ll get to that last one, but fuck, it’s hard to fight the urge to just climb on top of him and go to town.
But right now, I’m only focused on giving him a reward for a hard-fought game and some newfound confidence.
“Kenni. Fuck. Get on your knees. Take it out. I want to feel your lips around me again tonight,” he says with a quiet, tender voice. Even with his newfound boldness, he’s still so gentle. So sweet. So purposeful.
As directed, I fall to my knees.
“Wait!” he says quickly, walking over to the couch to grab something. He returns and places a pillow before me. “I don’t want your knees to get hurt on these hardwood floors.”
Goddammit, can he be any more of a walking green flag?
“Thank you,” I whisper, kneeling on the throw pillow. “I would have been fine, but…thank you.”
“You are a fucking queen—nothing but the best for you.”
“Okay, stop!” I tease, “You’re giving me a complex and making me want to take over again.”
We both quietly laugh, my pulse skipping a beat at how easy things are with him.
“Come here,” I say, grabbing his ass and pulling him close, finally able to free the dick that’s been trapped in his boxers for hours.
His cock bobs in front of me, waiting for me to devour it.
My tongue wets my lip. Fuck, this man is incredible.
I tap his legs to have him step out of them, needing full, unhindered access to this man.
My mouth waters as I curl my fingers against my knees, waiting for his instructions.
“Put me in your mouth. Show me how much you want it.”
I do as he says, taking him in. My core clenches around nothing, aching to have him fully inside me.
For now, my mouth will do just fine. I can be patient with Jordan.
For the first time since we’ve been together, he’s asking for what he wants, on his terms, in his own way.
A spark flickers through me, driving my every move.
It’s fucking hot as hell to see him take back the control that was ripped away from him so unfairly.
And the fact that I’m the one who gets to help him get it back?
It’s everything.